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Mar 2016
the stunner is the death he holds inside
the way he takes you out of your body
and places you down softly on the dirt

work for rest
rest for work
the masks we wear
have almost worn out
and its only left
to the rubber straps around your ears
to keep the act together

like a worm
**** up the moonlight
distill it so i can drink from the sun

your hopeless floating voice
and the dream
other things and so much more dream
the disjointed

mostly pain
and its only my pleasure to help it get worse
Carl Hoek
Written by
Carl Hoek  new york city
(new york city)   
   Rapunzoll and Lucinda Hikari
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